Not that I’m a
sex guru or anything, but I’ve written a few heated sex scenes. I’d like to
call it a skill in sensuality. I’ve never been much into porn. For me, it lacks
a certain passion that I love about sex scenes. I guess we probably all have
different ideas of what can be categorized as “porn,” and my definition may
even be a bit more flexible than some. As a writer of erotica, I always want to
switch it up, while keeping it seductive and sensual.
Here are some
tips that I’ve learned along the way from talented authors and editors on how
NOT to write a sex scene.
1. Never
compare a woman’s nipples to objects. Just because that certain body part may
resemble things like pencil erasers, cherries, bolts, it doesn’t mean it works.
2. Penis
and vagina are words that should only be used at the doctor’s office and not in
a sex scene. Talk a about a buzz kill. Imagine reading this, “She licked her
lips then sucked on his penis.” Ughh. It almost makes me cringe.
3. Keep the dirty slang where it belongs, like in
prison, and never put it in a romance novel. Men do NOT have a baloney pony or
a cunt thermometer. Women do NOT have a bearded clam or fish taco.
4. When
a sex scene is similar to two cats locked in a cage, this may be taking BDSM
too far.
BIO:
Suffering
from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass
heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the
stories alive. With baby on hip and laptop on the other, and a couple of years
later, Rhonda has published six eBooks with a handful of spicy love stories
waiting for the final touches.
When Rhonda isn’t crafting
edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children,
watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places,
doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep her smile bright.
Rhonda thrives on making her
readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place
where one goes to get away. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…
Can a past love become their future?
The Thorntons' mansion is full of timeless
secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost
hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than
just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus
Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk
of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When
Ivy's dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds
truth on more than just the past.
WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a
non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance
Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver
Excerpt:
Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
EIvy stepped into the
corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a
shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer.
She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”
The room was empty.Ivy
swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen
someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks
on her.
A loud crack in the
floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She
acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something
solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance,
flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.
She met a dark stare,
just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He
lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy
landed on top of the stranger.
She closed her eyes
and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her.
Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally
opened her eyes.
Embarrassed and
confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She
looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green
eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw.
She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”
The deep, rich tone of
his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only
toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal
testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she
could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the
swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.
One corner of his
mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?
“Cell?”
He reached into his
pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect
color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a
smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between
them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t
look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished
in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.
“Older?”
“Older, in a good way.”
She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My
mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–”
She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.
His zipper started to
swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind
could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and
lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her.
“That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have
been the reason behind their fall.
He stood there,
silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to
match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job.
Marshall would have her head for this.
WARNING: Light BDSM,
kink, explicit sex.
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Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver Available
for Sale
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